In a wide hall inside the Hunter's Guild, groups of hunters sat around different tables, chatting and laughing over plates of food and mugs of booze. The air smelled of grilled meat, steel, and sweat—typical for a place full of warriors waiting for their next mission.
At one of the center tables, a group of six hunters sat together.
"What a drag," a woman said, leaning back in her seat. "The dungeons are getting more and more difficult these days. No one even dares to go near the ones above B-rank."
Her voice was smooth, but sharp.
She was stunningly beautiful—her short, black hair tied up in a practical style. She wore a sleek, dark combat suit. It hugged her figure but allowed complete mobility. This was Jasmine.
Beside her sat a man with messy brown hair and a confident smirk. His outfit looked formal—dark brown tunic with silver trims and protective guards on his arms and legs. He looked more like a knight than a casual hunter.
